In The Arms Of A Mafia Boss
Those Italian dishes that were served to me were some of the best dishes I had ever seen, but I couldn't bring myself to eat, not when I had been kidnapped by him.
I don't even know his name, and I didn't want to know because I want to leave. He might be tall, handsome, with muscles that could easily overpower me and a jawline sharp enough to cut through steel, but he was insane. Who kidnaps someone and claims them as their possession just because of a one-night stand? Come to think of it, I was only drunk that night, and his touch sent sensational feelings to my body, which made me lose control and threw myself at him despite his cold, clipped warnings.
The way he claimed and imprinted hims
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